Miller viewed the chauffeur in silence. "So!" he exclaimed, and a pleased smile brightened his face. "Naturalized, or born in this country?"
"Born here, sir, of naturalized parents." The chauffeur twisted his cap nervously. "German-American, sir."
"There is no such thing, Heinrich." Miller's voice deepened. "The hyphen cannot be recognized. You are either American or German."
The chauffeur straightened himself, and his heels clicked together as he raised his hand in salute.
"Hoch der Kaiser!"
The words were echoed by Miller as he sprang forward and grasped the chauffeur's hand. "For the Fatherland!" he added in German. "Why have you not declared yourself before?"
"Until last night, Herr Captain, I was not absolutely sure you were one of us. But later in the evening Baron von Fincke…."
"Stood sponsor for me," finished Miller, thrusting his hand in his pajama pocket, and thereby pushing an envelope still deeper in it. "What have you to report? Wait, speak English; the walls have ears."
The chauffeur whitened and moved closer to Miller. "Was Mr. Spencer in your confidence?"
"No."